While going out from dyut sabha, I was guilt ridden, ashamed, beyond hurt from my inside. I was not angry with anyone but myself. I knew that whatever happened today was only my fault. It was me, who staked my kingdom, my people, my brothers and my...
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The cycle of seasons completed an entire circle while I waited for the supposed messenger from heaven. [1] During this one year, we brothers and Kalyani had few sessions of disagreements and arguments, regarding my decision of sending Arjun on the quest to the celestial weapons, but none of them were as big as the one we had on the day when I met Rishi Brihadashva.
He came to me when I was at the most vulnerable state. His presence had helped me to pass that moment of weakness. Hadn't he come that day I would have given up the path of Dharma, which I had received as a blessing from my father since my birth.
Sage Brihadashva had kindled a lamp of hope in the darkness of my broken heart. During this one year, in my spare time, I used to remain seated at the threshold of the cottage and keep looking unblinkingly at the paths like a chaatak bird [2]. The anticipation of the messenger's arrival kept me awakened for most of the nights for I feared that the messenger might return displease while I would remain asleep. I knew my fears were baseless, but worry generally destroys one's intelligence, and right then I was hell worried about my little anuj Arjun.
Finally, my long waiting period came to an end. I was chopping wood for fuel, while my brothers went for hunting and Kalyani was cooking in meals for everyone. Out of nowhere I heard the clinking of khartal and a melodious chanting, "NARAYAN! NARAYAN!"
Without even casting a glance a at our visitor, I knew who he was, for these chanting were familiar to the entire universe. Devarishi Narad. I raised my head to look at him, I noticed that he was not alone. He was accompanied by another sage. He was dressed like any other hermit, but his appearance was absolutely divine. There was an unexplainable aura around that unknown sage. His sharp eyes and benevolent smile were reflecting the vast oceans of knowledge he possessed.
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